As she walks freely
on her way to her classes
like in a dance
the streets of her town
a coloured scarf
loosely covering her hair
the neat muslima feels
all at a sudden a sharp pang
The sun high above
also stops
its rays sparkle
in that brilliant tear
glistening in the corner
of her soft eye
Delayed she hears the pop
its sound reverberates
through the Afghan hillside
¿ is it but a hazy dream ?
she ties on her roller skates
and floats fast, she soars
almost boyishly
as she runs her kite
Across mountains
through green deserts
in the streets of her youth
the images firmly on her eye
so nearby her old school
gently laughing at the elder men
she plays once more
with sweet childhood friends
then cries in pain for mum and dad
She waves at the nearing talib
as she sees the face of the Prophet,
may peace as ever be upon him,
smiling at her and reaching out lovingly
as the talib reads Gabriel's rage in her tear
for she smiles blood through her teeth
at this talib killer who shattered
with one shot God's Throne in her body
And I heard Gabriel's whisper 'there is a special hell for these that kill the innocent'
and the Prophet (pbuh) spoke husky 'so be it' in response to the whispered voice.
© 2021-09-07
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